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Alone and Confused

The pain of fear is an

everlasting torment...

To shun the vast unknown,

or waste your time alone...

Confused with life,

and scared of death’s

eternal presence…

Fear remains embedded

among those people,

who do nothing but

live within their sins...

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Written by

allen-smuckler

American

Published: Dec 6, 2010
LinesWords: 1141

Notes: February 2, 1968...One of my original poems when I was 19 years old...a lifetime ago. Funny how 42 years later.....not much has changed. Hmmm.

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